Whitefish River between two points

Sorry about the wait, work and not feeling good has made me go blaaaaaahhhhh.

When Dante saw it as well, Mordecai gave his tail a good wave. But then came the question of what it was… and that the tawny Ostrega had no real idea about. Moving closer to investigate it, he marvelled silently at the way the scant light was captured in prism-like ways. If prism-like was the proper descriptor, anyway. The piece was solid, from the gems embedded to the way the structure was rooted to the cavern floor. Mordecai made a questioning, but thoughtful noise as he pawed at it, as though he could really topple it over.

“It looks like some sort of gem,” he said, though it came out more like a suggestion. “I've seen shiny flakes of this in stones before, but never like this. This… this is a lot bigger.” It seemed useless to state such a thing, but he was truly amiss over it. “It is beautiful though,” he added on. He wanted to call it glass, though this was hardly the weather shards he had seen in his travels where man had been. No man had touched this particular place as far as he could figure, just as very few had ever wandered the reaches of Sedona because of the sands and extremities in weather.

Mordecai turned his gaze back out into the cavern, squinting in the darkness for a moment. “There's more than this in here, I'd bet.” Though the cavern was shallow in depth, it did seem larger than it suggested. For a moment, he wondered if the time of day would play some part in the cavern, revealling its secrets. But he lacked the patience then and there to find out. “I wonder how many others know about this place.” Perhaps none had been keen on venturing into dark caverns, but he supposed there weren't too many seasoned travellers that would not give it a second thought. It was satisfying to think that perhaps they had stumbled upon something that was for the time being, new and untouched by their kind.